"labourious" poems
The week's been long and draggin' on.
Our labour's been labourious.
Toilsome tasks have tarried on -
and their ceasing inglorious.
But surely as our souls are spent,
and stamina a-sundered.
the whittled work has come and went,
and out we've come from undered!
And thus, my friend, the week has past.
So here's a rousing raised-glass cheer -
that dreamt-of day descends at last:
Friday Friday, Friday's here!
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
She sat down
I put the page in front
She merely stared
And painted a sea with teardrops on the shredded wood.
I passed along,
Pencil, charcoal, all that needs free
She sniffed, 'Better?' she said,
'I will feel better?'
Taking up her shivering white pencils
Of thin frail fingers, gripping graphite
Scratch, scratch, like a cat
Wanting to leave a locked room
The grey became black
The dust became mountains
And, she saw in here her life
As the clouds became rains
'But look', I put in
'Look what suns I make,
With a caring hand' I
Pushed a finger into the depths
A sunny print came out
Lisping, she rasped her breath back
And put a hand to the black dirt of the breaking
And made a hand-print;
Simple, like her delight
'You will learn to make
Suns of the shadows,
You will learn to make
Smiles of the silences
Your lines will be straighter
Your circles more graceful,
More curved to your *****
More jagged, if you wish.'
I smiled and she nodded
And watched her last tear fall,
Splashing down with tidal forces of sorrow on the page
An artist was born.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Today the desperate parasite escapes.
The confines of the womb release.
The pain unparalled, as reported by my daughter, still just my baby girl.
For now in process the labourious task of being born into adulthood.
In giving up her soon born son.
(c) Livvi
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
Flowers,
seen in full bloom,
are pleasures to enjoy.
It’s from toil and endless labours,
that we receive our desired reward!
Even when fully occupied
with labourious chores,
still we enjoy
flowers.
Rhymer. May 27th, 2018.
(Rictameter - Syllables - 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2,
Last line same as first.)
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC